Oliver was committed now. He'd been avoiding the logical conclusions of the evidence staring him in the face for days, but now that he'd fucked Alicia, he felt there really was no going back. The cataclysm was somehow more real to him after having a screaming orgasm with a woman he hated. He used the shower at the lab to clean himself off, and was disgusted again that his cock got hard thinking of the despised Alicia and how she had screamed as he impaled her on his pole. He considered masturbating, but knew that he was running late, and besides, his every sperm was potentially vital to the survival of mankind now. He couldn't waste any!
But when he got home and saw the smiling face of his beautiful wife Jeanette, he quailed. How could he go through with it? It was going to mean hardship for his whole family if they knew of what he was trying to do, and a different kind of hardship if they didn't know. Could he tell her?
They sat down and had dinner. Oliver listened to his older daughter talking about her day. She was unusually talkative, finding humor in various stories of how guys in her junior high school were getting sick. This of course made Oliver more depressed. He looked at his beloved family, gathered around the table. What was he going to do? Was there any way to spare them pain from what was to come, or at least to minimize it?
That night, Jeanette tried to come on to him again after changing into her short pajamas. She was surprised when he grabbed her roughly and tore at her clothes practically before she had time to wink. Oliver pulled her shirt up over her breasts, not even bothering to remove it, and proceeded to mash them and tweak them with his hands. Soon Jeanette's full but somewhat sagging breasts were pink and blotchy from being pinched, her nipples painfully erect, and she was squirming as his tongue slid up her legs, worming into the leg hole of the shorts and sinking into her surprised pussy. He licked furiously up and down, sucking on her nether lips, first taking the left and then the right as fully into his mouth as he could. Her lips quickly swelled and her juices began to flow, staining her loose shorts with her fluids and slicking down his chin as he lapped faster and faster. Jeanette gyrated her hips wildly, hardly able to catch her breath, and closed her hips on his head. She tried to pull his brutal fingers from her nipples, but was not able to budge his insistent pulling and tugging. "D-darling...!" She grabbed his hair and tried to pull his head away from her snatch, but he dove in even deeper, spearing his tongue up and into her love. She ground and shuddered on his tongue, unable to squirm away, the feelings too intense after her initial orgasm. Eventually, using both hands in his hair, she wrenched his head back so that she could shudder to a stop. He crouched there, his hands still on her tits, massaging and pinching her large mounds, his head bent painfully back, her juices a thick glaze on his face. Oliver looked up and said "I want every part of you..."
Jeanette felt a fresh gush of lubrication at the sight of her darling husband gazing at her with such lust and adoration. She licked her lips and said "I want to taste every part of you, Oliver!"
But he shook his head. "Tonight it's my turn." With that, he took his hands from her breasts, which continued to pulse with the phantom pain of his fingers yanking her nipples, grabbed the waistband of his pajamas, and yanked down as he stood, with the result that he rose to his feet, his large dick swinging up into the open air. Oliver crushed Jeanette to his chest and crotch, kissing her as deeply in her mouth as he had her snatch. Jeanette could taste his passion and her own vaginal syrup on his tongue as it bored into the back of her mouth so that she could hardly breathe. Her husband was on fire tonight, and she was beginning to love it.
Then Oliver grabbed her and turned her around to face the dresser. Jeanette almost didn't recognize herself in the vanity mirror; her face so flushed from her orgasm, her generous tits hanging out from under her night shirt, her nipples swollen huge and starting to bruise. She started to reach up to pull the shirt down again, but had to lean forward to catch herself as Oliver grabbed her hips, pulling them back and up. His hard cock nestled in between her ass cheeks, his heat such that she could feel it through the fabric of her shorts. He reached around and grabbed her left breast roughly in his large hand, sticking his right hand into the elastic waistband and down into her pussy, his fingers curling over her clit and deep into her vagina with one shove. She gasped, looking at herself grinding on his fingers, watching the shape of his hand move up and down in her sleep pants, feeling his long fingers slide deep into her and then out again to rub across her lips before sinking in again. She wasn't getting any chance to catch her breath, which was coming in short whistling blasts now. She tried to pull his hands away from her quivering body, and was half disappointed when he withdrew for a moment.
Oliver pulled her pants down over her ass and hips, dropping them down to her ankles, and hauled her backwards and up again, lifting her ass and pussy to the right height. Oliver's fat cock snugged in between her ass cheeks again, and he pumped it up and down. Jeanette imagined what it looked like there, though all she could see was her own dazed and sweaty face gasping in the mirror. She swiveled her hips and lifted her ass, trying to get him to slide into her, but Oliver resisted for a moment longer. Jeanette held her breath for a split second, her ass pointed up in the air, her elbows on the dresser, looking her reflection in the eye from a distance of a couple of inches, desperate and yet anxious as to where the cock she felt pulsing between her healthy ass cheeks was going to be inserted. |